Forbidden Feelings

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Chapter Six

Hermione

"Morning." Hermione smiled at Ron's voice and opened her eyes.

"Morning." She replied.

Ron leaned in and kissed her. "You sleep well?"

"Very."

"So did I. I should sleep over more often."

"Yes you should." Hermione giggled.

Ron kissed her again, and sat up. "I s'pose I better get a shower. Lessons won't be in too long. Though I would much rather lay here with you all day."

"So would I." Hermione sighed.

Ron got up and headed for the shower, picking his robes up on the way.

Hermione led back and stared at the ceiling. She was feeling... weird. Last night was not what she thought it would be. Yeah, it was good, and it was with Ron, who she loved very much, but she couldn't help feeling... was that it? She'd expected fireworks and passion she'd never felt before. But it was just... normal. She sighed. What the hell was wrong with her? She'd just slept with the boy she loved, she wasn't meant to be feeling weird... disappointed. No. Hermione shook her head furiously as she thought that. But then she remembered Pansy's moaning and the look on her face when she'd walked in on her and Malfoy...

"Argh!" Hermione groaned out loud. She was just tired. That's what it had to be.

When Hermione and Ron were both ready to go to breakfast, they went downstairs to the common room, and found Malfoy there. Hermione couldn't help notice the look of surprise on his face that quickly changed into a sneer when he saw she had company.

"Ooh look who it is. The Mudblood and the Weasel."

"Shut it Malfoy." Hermione snapped, before Ron could retort.

"No guesses what you two did last night," He smirked. "But you see Granger I can't help but feel you are a bit of a hypocrite now."

"Me and Ron were upstairs. Not naked in the common room where anyone can see you."

Hermione scowled.

"And how glad I am to hear that. That would've been the death of me, walking in on you two."

"Come on Ron. Lets go." Hermione snapped, grabbing Ron by the arm and pulling him out the common room.

"That bloody git." Ron said angrily.

"Ignore him Ron." Hermione said, sighing. She was so tired of all this.

Draco

So the Mudblood slept with the Weasel then," Draco sneered to himself, watching them leave the common room. "How pathetic, I bet the Weasel wasn't even good. I'd know how to show her a good time..."

"No!" Draco shook his head furiously at that last thought. God he needed a fuck. That's why he was thinking these disgusting, horrific thoughts about the Mudblood. He was sexually frustrated. He vowed to find Pansy today and persuade her to come up to the dormitory with him. Yes, he'd do that. Anything to get the filthy thoughts about Granger out of his head.

Hermione

The week passed by quickly, and soon enough it was time for Hermione's detention with Malfoy.

She arrived a little late and opened the door to find Malfoy sat on McGonagall's chair at her desk.

"Well, well Granger, didn't put you down as one to be late for detention." He smirked.

"Where's Professor McGonagall?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"I was just asking!"
"Well don't. The sooner I'm out of here and away from you, the better."

Hermione opened her mouth to retort, but the door opened and McGonagall walked in.

"Ah, good, you're both here," She said. "Now, I want my cupboard cleaned out and I want it to be spotless by the time I come back. You understand?"

"Yes Professor." Hermione replied.

"Malfoy?"

"Yes." He muttered.

"Good. Now no fighting! I'm warning you."

"Okay Professor. We won't I promise." Hermione smiled innocently, while Malfoy scowled at her.

"Okay. Well I'll be back after the Quidditch match."

McGonagall turned and left the room.

Hermione went into her cupboard, and was shocked at how messy it was. She turned to Malfoy. "Well? Aren't you going to help?"

Malfoy scowled and muttered. "I s'pose I'll have to."

Hermione frowned. "I don't want to be here anymore then you do, you know."

"Oh I know. You'd rather be fucking your Weasel wouldn't you."

Hermione felt herself going red. "Shut up Malfoy."

"So tell me. Was he good Granger? Did he have you screaming?" Malfoy smirked.

She felt herself going redder. "I said, shut up!"

"Ooh have I touched a nerve?"

"No, I'd just rather not discuss my private life with someone like you." She snapped.

"Ooh I have, haven't I. Not that I'm surprised. Didn't expect Weasley to be a good fuck."

"SHUT UP MALFOY!" Hermione had had enough.

Malfoy laughed. "Now I'd calm down if I were you Granger. Remember what McGonagall said, no fighting."

Hermione scowled and started to clear out the cupboard. "Help me get this done. Then we'll both be out quicker."

"Sounds good to me." Malfoy said.

He lifted some boxes of the top shelf and Hermione couldn't help but notice the muscles in his arms and how his tight, white shirt had risen up to reveal some of his toned stomach, and the top of his boxers. She swallowed, looking down quickly, as she felt herself blushing. Blushing? Why the hell was she blushing? And why the hell was she even looking at him like that? It was Malfoy for god's sake. But the thought that scared her the most, was why the hell did she feel so attracted to him right now?

Draco

Draco went up to the dormitory early that night, shattered after cleaning the cupboard. He never knew the old bag kept so much stuff. He said the password, and the portrait opened.

"ARGH!" He shouted.

Granger was stood there, in just a towel.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Draco shouted at her.

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU'D COME BACK!" She shouted back, looking mortified.

"Just put some clothes on. Now. Before I lose the ability to swallow down vomit."

"Fine." Granger scowled, and went up to her room, re appearing about three minutes later in trackies and a tight tank top.

"Better?" She snapped, as she walked down the stairs.

"Don't flatter yourself, Granger. You look hideously unattractive in anything you wear." Draco sneered.

"Well you don't look much better Malfoy."

"Oh? You think that do you? Not what it looked like to me when you were checking me out in the cupboard earlier."

He smirked as he watched her swallow, going red.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She muttered.

"Oh, I think you do. And you better not look at me like that ever again. I catch you and you'll be sorry. I don't appreciate being checked out by Mudbloods."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Malfoy." She said again.

"Just don't do it again." He snarled at her, then turned around and went upstairs.

He stared at himself in the mirror. Yes, he'd seen Granger checking him out... the thought of it made him furious, but there was a small part of him that liked it. And seeing her in a towel... he swallowed as he remembered seeing her curves through the towel. ARGH! He glared at his reflection in the mirror. Whatever these thoughts were, they had to stop now. Granger is a filthy Mudblood, not even deserving of a place in the Wizarding world. And he is a Malfoy, a supporter of the Dark Lord, and proud to be so. He shuddered as he thought of his father's reaction if he read the thoughts that were going round his mind right now. Pansy had agreed to see him tomorrow. This would all be over then. And he'd start seeing Granger as the filthy, disgusting Mudblood she really is.

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